Magician in Type-Moon

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As soon as he finished speaking, his pale arm pierced through the consciousness of the "Fallen Angel" Samael.

His arm trembled slightly, and countless segmented worms surged into Samael's consciousness like a tide, beginning to devour this incessantly chattering demon.

Samael just laughed, his laughter filled with unrestrained arrogance.

"Hahaha! Baal, you're still the same Baal! Slaughter, betrayal, devouring—it's your nature, I love it!" Samael's voice was still sharp, even tinged with satisfaction. "But I really look forward to... looking forward to seeing you trample that old God under your feet!!!"

Immediately afterwards, the gnawing speed of the segment worms accelerated, and Samael's consciousness began to twist violently, like a tattered painting fading.

His laughter gradually grew longer, eventually turning into an eerie sigh.

Matou Ike slowly opened her eyes, her gaze piercing through the boundary of nothingness and landing on the back of "God. Matou Ike".

"He is deliberately trying to provoke you."

"I know."

He answered.

Is that the power of anger?

Matou Ike frowned.

“That’s right, it must be a backup plan that He left in the outside world, after all, He is as cunning as a snake.”

He nodded, then shook his head. "No, He is the snake."

"That's a pity."

Matou Ike felt a little regretful, after all, this operation was aimed at acquiring a sufficient number of powers in one go.

Therefore, he has been suppressing that "primal hunger" within him.

A few seconds passed.

Matou Ike spoke again:

"It's about to begin."

"God. Matouchi" nodded, then transformed into countless segmented worms and surged into Matouchi's body.

The two were reunited.

Meanwhile, in the area beyond where Matou Pond is located, the convergence and fusion of several powers has finally reached a critical stage.

Countless twisted energies intertwined to form a massive vortex, and various powers collided and merged with each other like fragments in a storm, generating an unstoppable and enormous impact.

In the blink of an eye, the vortex began to draw in everything inside the giant snake that possessed a similar aura.

Its primary target is Elgo, which is closest to it at this moment.

Elgo was now fully aware of his own situation.

As he entered the inner side of the giant serpent, he felt something within his body gradually connecting with this space.

Similar theocracy.

Of the three pillars within him, one must share a similarity with the power within that vortex.

They may even be of the same origin.

The powers that Sun Wukong possessed seemed somewhat precarious in the face of this vortex.

What he needs to do now is escape as soon as possible.

Before that pillar of the god was completely drained.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be as simple as just "dying once".

Just as he was still thinking about what to do.

Just as he was anxiously thinking about how to escape, Matou Ike's figure gradually emerged, slowly taking shape from the ethereal mist.

Elgo was momentarily confused, but then a strong killing intent surged up within him, and he almost instinctively rushed towards his opponent.

But his actions were restrained by a deep instinct—an instinctive fear that reminded him that rash action would mean death.

Matou Ike didn't say much, only casually glancing at Elgo with his eyes full of deconstructive magic, seemingly unwilling to linger any longer.

He then reached out a hand and inserted it directly into Elgo's body.

With a serene tremor, the divine power that connected the pillar to the entire space was easily torn apart—not too much, not too little, just enough.

Elgo suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if the burden on his body had vanished instantly, and all constraints and connections were completely severed from this space.

The invisible pressure vanished instantly, and he felt as if he had regained his freedom.

Having realized what had happened, Elgo looked at Matou Ike with some confusion.

Why was it only torn in half? According to the previous agreement, wasn't he supposed to offer up an entire pillar of the gods?

He didn't think the man in front of him was that kind.

Matou Ike seemed to have anticipated the question in the young man's mind.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a deal with someone else."

Before Elgo could press further, Matou Ike reached out and forcefully pushed him backward.

The layers of barriers collapsed instantly, as if they were air.

Elgo staggered backward, and the world before him transformed into a dreamlike illusion in an instant.

He broke free from the serpent's inner side and returned to reality.

When he came to his senses, he saw Wuzhiqi, who had been waiting for a long time, looking solemnly at the snake in the sky.

The twisted snake actually bit its own tail.

It's like an ouroboros.

The world is a cycle that repeats itself endlessly.

It's practically a miniature version of Jormungandr, the serpent that encircles the world in Norse mythology.

Followed by.

The entire Rope Mountain began to tremble.

It is different from the vibration of magic flow, and also different from the fluctuations of mutual influence between mystical entities.

It was simply an earthquake in a physical sense.

The earth began to shake.

Foreign objects sprang up like mushrooms after rain, breaking through the surface that had been strengthened by magic and barriers.

It is a white tree.

A tree that has quietly taken root deep within the spiritual veins of this place, its origin unknown.

Black mountains, black rivers, black earth.

It was covered by white trees at the moment.

White overwhelmed black.

What defies common sense seems perfectly natural at this moment.

It's as if that's how things should be.

The large black snake, pierced by the white branches, emitted a series of hisses.

The "giant serpent" constructed with magic shattered and scattered like a dream.

All that remains is an illusory vortex formed by the convergence of complex symbols connected end to end.

That is power.

no doubt.

Elgo clearly sensed what was there.

The man who had the vortex of power under his feet was now devouring the enormous, mysterious energy as if sucking it in, gradually absorbing it into his own body.

The next second, the white branch pierced through the man's body as if it had gone mad.

The echoing sounds subsided completely at that moment.

Elgo was dragged away from this strange place by Wuzhiqi.

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The next day.

The nighttime robbery came to an end yesterday.

As Matouchi walked down the stairs, sunlight streamed through the curtains onto the wooden floor, casting dappled shadows.

Medea was leaning back on the sofa, leisurely enjoying afternoon tea, with exquisite tea sets and desserts filling a small table.

In contrast to her was Mikiya Kurogiri, who sat to the side with a slight frown, his expression clearly not relaxed. Eight years had passed, and he had become more mature and composed.

"Is the communication with the Clock Tower over?" Medea turned to the side, gently swirling the teacup in her hand, and asked with some curiosity.

Matou Ike recalled Weber Velvet's tone, which had almost made him stick his fingers out of the microphone, and replied with a wry smile:

"ended."

"Have you gotten the Butterfly Magic spell yet?" Medea took a sip of tea, her tone unhurried as she pondered the next steps. "Didn't they say they could have it ready within three days?"

“Not yet,” Matou Ike walked to the single sofa and sat down, tilting his head back and sighing softly. “Things seem to be more complicated than they anticipated. But there is some good news: they have found a key clue, and I estimate that there will be substantial progress soon.”

"Even Miss Orange finds it troublesome?" Kurogiri Mikiya couldn't help but sigh upon hearing this.

“Yes,” Matou Ike nodded, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness, “You should know about what happened with the Night Raid, right?”

"Hmm." Kurogiri Mikiya nodded with a complicated expression, then said in a low voice, "At the time, I felt that the affairs of the Yoruichi family were strange and made me feel uneasy. That's why I handed over the clues I could find to you. I never expected it to cause such a big mess."

At this point, his gaze became slightly unnatural. He paused for a moment before continuing, "But is what Miss Orange is preparing also related to the Ye Jie family?"

“It’s not directly related to the Night Robbery Clan,” Matou Ike shook his head, “but it’s inextricably linked to some of the participants—those guys who wield counterfeit Noble Phantasms have some dealings with the current head of the branch family of the family that holds the Butterfly Magic.”

Having stripped away all the events in the castle, the El-Melloi family has compiled their investigation results into data and transferred it to Matou Ike through a secret technique.

"Have they found any clues?" Medea asked, putting down her teacup.